"That's not funny," Rose chimed in, crossing her arms in a defensive stance. The poke and prod at grim and the icing on the cake in the form of his death was something she wasn't particularly amused by.

And it was obvious by the wash it took upon her face.

"Bite your tongue, Dave. You may very well meet someone who will cut it off sooner than converse with you after such an outburst," Rose spat.

Yup, good going, Strider. Smooth with the ladies.

Rose moves away, going to look over the future scrolls in her lineage in which she can unlock as she levels.

"Healing, resurrection spells, buffs. Spells which you can unlock are lit with green, those unable to be learned are dimmed. Follow the glow."

She was cryptic and distant, her lavender irises narrowing to just look anywhere but the derse dreamer.

It was quite obvious she was pissy.